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School Trauma

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I am one of the lucky (or unlucky) few who got to study at two completely different schools for the exact half of my school life. I did my kindergarten to grade three and my high school (grade 11 and grade 12) in IIIS and my grade 4 to grade 10 in OOEHS. I am taking a great risk in writing this post since I have no intention in praising my school. Rather I am planning on bitching about it and help free my out cry for freedom in the school grounds. 








IIIS is school divided into three sections- Boys and Girls. Boys are haraam (forbidden) for girls- according to the school authorities. Though both the sections are situated in the same compound, we are ordered to treat the Boys section as a different world of forbidden fruits (LOL).  If any girl is caught looking outside the window to the common ground, she will be summoned to the Head Mistress' (Lets call her Lady H) office and asked to explain why she had looked outside. Ok. I was exaggerating a bit. but 3/4th of it is true. Being bro…

I Shall

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I shall pare a rose from my heart
And bleed to give it colour

I shall mold the linings of the clouds
To dance an anklet on your ankles

I shall fetch the cuckoos from the heavens
To sing for you to appease your ears

I shall slash my skin and make a hide
To warm you through your plights

I shall give you my eyes eternally to stay
So that you see how stunning you are

I shall brawl the battle of the worlds
To prove to you that I am stanch

I shall rest my head on the trails
If you assure me your smile

I shall swim the seven fatal seas
And mount the seven lethal hills

I shall live forever to shield you
Or die to grant your desire

I shall do what no one may
If your shall promise to be my bride

Link to this poetry

The Anonymous "Thing"

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The urge to write this post has been running wildly in me for a long time. Since I turned 17 last month, I finally got the closure I needed to write this post. My weird school keeps special classes for us XIIth graders on Fridays. It is weird because Friday is the only common public holiday for everyone in the UAE. I am forced to wake up at 5:30 AM and catch the running bus at 6:15 AM. The morning is usually very cold and boring and the roads are almost empty. I often see a Pathan (Pakistani male) lurking here and there. For so long have I hoped for something interesting to happen that one day something did happen. But let me point it out to you, as my post titles gives the surprise away, it wasn't interesting. It was exactly the opposite. 


The public road cleaner comes around at 6:30 AM every day to pick up the trash littered around. Since I had to board the bus at 6:15 AM on Fridays, the road used to be always littered. This particular day, instead of the usual garbage, the pavem…

A Million Heartbreaks

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Every girl dreams about the day she would get married to her prince charming. He is always this very handsome, very charming and absolutely irresistible guy that was sure to break a few million hearts on the wedding day. Since the day I came to know about weddings and love, I had this bad instinct that I wouldn't have a prince charming. Or at least he wouldn't be "charming". Therefore I used to asses the guys I met on the basis of looks, style, taste, family, orientation, and where he lives. You see, we South Indians don't have love marriages. Its is usually slightly frowned upon. The parents of the girl find a groom that they find suitable and presents him in front of her. She has the final say to reject him or take him. While looking for a groom, the parents check on whether he is friendly, educated, highly positioned, non alcoholic, non smoker, non druggy (?!)and whether his house is near by. They look for convenience and most of all, a good family and bright …